The Sick Tycoon's Unwanted Substitute Bride

Chapter 3

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absolute. Only the thunder rumbling

he stepped back, her wet sh

d. Her voice was cold. "It

she was dirt on her shoe. "You ate our fo

l scholarship. I haven't taken a dime f

nd to her chest. "You ungratef

o the liquor cabinet and poured a glass of whiskey. He

a sip, "I will fully fund your indepe

h rise in her throat. She

e stairs. "I am moving back to the dorm

avy crystal ashtray from the tab

ine but smashed against the wooden banister. A lar

blood trickled d

stairs to the basement and slammed the door to

til she hit the floor. Ex

sor. She reached into her pocket, but her

rawer. She found her old backup phone. She pressed the

nto the wall. The red battery icon slowly blinke

om 801 was out there somewhere, and she h

above her head. Furniture scraped aga

backup phone powered

all f

Service." She opened the Wi-Fi

turned on the villa's signal jammer

d the handle and yanked. It stopped with a ha

nst the wood. "Open the door!

and emotionless. "Get some rest, Miss Frieda. T

window in the basement. It was a small vent near the ceil

es of lightning illuminated the damp walls. She pulled

hospital in Manhattan,

f the back of his hand. Blood

e chest of his bodyguard. His voice wa

ands shaking. "Sir, we tried. The numb

les in his jaw ticked. The air

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“I am the adopted daughter of the Dillard family, a medical student surviving entirely on a full scholarship. But when their family business faced bankruptcy, my adoptive parents decided it was time for me to pay them back. My sister refused to marry a rumored "dying freak" from the wealthy Terrell family, so they forced me to take her place. When I refused, my adoptive father showed me a flawless, disgusting AI Deepfake video of myself. "Sign the marriage contract, or this goes to your medical school." To save my hard-earned future, I was shoved into a wedding dress and shipped off to the Terrell estate. But my nightmare had just begun. My new husband was the exact same dangerous, sick man I had accidentally injured while escaping an attacker the night before. He didn't recognize me in the light, assuming I was just the greedy, gold-digging Dillard daughter. He humiliated me, forcing me to sleep on the floor and clean shattered crystal with my bare hands. As the sharp shards sliced into my skin and blood pooled in my gloves, I didn't shed a single tear. He told me I had a three-month trial period as his wife before he threw me out. I calmly wrapped a band-aid around my bleeding finger. Three months is exactly what I need to find the original Deepfake file, ruin my adoptive family, and escape this monster for good.”